Monthly Archives: August 2015

Babies 31 August 2015

I love babies. I think back to my own babies and I can still feel the warmth of Jared, wrapped in a blanket with the tiny knitted cap on this head, sleeping peacefully on my chest. I just watched as … Continue reading

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Embarrassing Truths 27 August 2015

What are some embarrassing little truths about me? Most of mine are out in the open: I sing into spoons, wisks, and brushes when I’m moved by the music playing to sing-so that would include pretty much all the music … Continue reading

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Drip 26 August 2015

The drip of the coffee maker in the morning is heaven. The drip-drop of rain on the roof brings life. Leaky pipes dripping is like the buzz of flies or the whine of mosquitos. You can be a drip, or … Continue reading

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Strength 25 August 2015

I run into people everyday who inspire me, both in life and on the page. I listen to books in my pick-up as I drive the long road to work each day, and I heard the story of two young … Continue reading

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Thanks Be 24 August 2015

I’m thankful for so many things: For love and a roof over my head, for food on the table and beautiful poetry, for my children and for Robert’s, for the beauty that surrounds us on this Earth, for music and … Continue reading

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First Day 20 August 2015

I think most would agree that summer is officially over when school begins again; I know my students do. As a writer, I find it much more difficult to balance my work life with my writing life once school starts. … Continue reading

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What do you care about? 19 August 2015

I care about doing what is right and sticking up for those being treated unfairly or poorly. I have a great affinity for the underdog and big dislike for haughty-we’ve-always-done-it-this-way arrogance. I cannot stand to see people left out. I … Continue reading

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Things That go Bump in the Night 18 August 2015

I’m afraid of things that go bump in the night. I’m afraid of my lemon merengue pie turning out soupy. I’m afraid of dark shapes appearing on the side of the road when I run, especially when they have white … Continue reading

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Empty 13 August 2015

Sometimes I feel empty, like a vessel waiting to be filled. What is it I long to be brimming¬†with? With goodness and light, with kindness and compassion, with strong coffee and dark chocolate. With towering salads, edamame, merriment and supplication; … Continue reading

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Small Talents 11 August 2015

  I can make the best fish face and I used it to drive my sister, Cathy, nuts. For some reason, it really freaked her out. I can ride a horse like I’m part of the horse, just not all … Continue reading

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